A Little World for Little People

Sun (Auckland), Volume II, Issue 364, 26 May 1928, Page 29

A Little World for Little People

friendship is a steady light shining in dark places

DOMICILES “WHAT do you think?” said the Woodpecker, modestly flut- " tering out of the Hollow Tree and preening his wings in the sunshine. “My portrait is going to appear in the Happy iown page. The Artist Han called on me this morning and asked me to pose for him. It came as a. complete surprise and I am feeling rather pleased about it. He drew my domicile, too, and pat that in the picture. I am very anxious to see how it turns out.” “What is a domicile? ’ asked the Little Thought, leaning a small, pink elbow against his yellow and green wheelbarrow, his brows puckered with bewilderment. “Don’t you know?” responded the Woodpecker, delighted at having been asked a question. “It is a place where anyone lives. My domicile is the Hollow Tree.” “Mine is the Joyshop,” called a familiar voice. “Mine is the Place-of-You-Never-Can-Tell,” said the Doorkeeper, proudly. “Ours is Tiptoe Street,” chimed in the Pixie Postmen. “And where is mine?” queried the Little Thought, leaning both pink elbows on his yellow and green wheelbarrow and gazing anxiously round the sunlit places of Happy Town. “Why, Little Thought,” said the Dawn Lady, tweaking his ear, “your domicile is Happy Town, because you’re here, there and everywhere.” “My domicile is Happy Town,” explained the Little Thought, beaming happily upon the mischievous faces of his friends. . . . “Here is my painting, Dawn Lady,” said the Doorkeeper. “That smudge is the Joyshop man’s thumbmark and this wriggly bit is where he jogged my arm.” “A poor workman blames his friends,” misquoted the Joyshop man, without a blush. “I am thinking of entering for this verse competition, where you have to finish the lines. Where did you meet Mrs. Tip pitoes, Dawn Lady ?” “Oh, I found her in Tiptoe Street the other day trying to make up a poem about herself. She eouldn t quite manage it, so I said 1 would ask the Sunbeams to help. What do you think of the idea?” “Capital!” said the Door- . -fi , keeper, with a long, loud i HQ | - whistle of approval, and slap- > ping the Joyshop man nnex- . .— —' pectedly on the shoulder.